Gandalf took advantage of the gap, but left Carl standing in the treetops.
"Carl, we're not going to shoot soon, we can't hold it anymore?"
Gandalf really wanted to scold him. It was obvious that Carl brought all these things, but Carl was watching the play on the sidelines?
"Haha." Looking at Gandalf, who was a little embarrassed, Carl also knew that these people would not last long, and smiled.
Then his eyes narrowed slightly, but the original sloppy laziness disappeared, replaced by a solid and addictive momentum.
"Peng!" With light footsteps, Carl's figure has disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Bilbo.
"Well?" Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared, the troll who had been chasing Bilbo was slightly taken aback, "Who are you? Go away, I want to eat that little guy, don't block me!"
Bilbo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the troll behind him being blocked by Carl, although his heart was still pounding.
The situation just now is indeed extremely dangerous. If he moves slowly, he will definitely be swallowed with his head and bones.
"Carl, come on, kill this guy, it's up to you."
Thinking of Carl's skill, Bilbo didn't panic.
After all, even the arrogant guy Sorin wasn't Carl's one-shot enemy. With Carl's shot, it shouldn't be too hard to deal with a troll.
"You want to kill me?" The troll heard Bilbo's words, looked at Carl blankly, and then got furious, "Okay, then I'll eat... um... you!"
Before the troll's words were finished, he felt a chill in his neck and a pain in his chest, and then his power quickly drained away.
"Boom!" The headless corpse of the troll fell directly in front of Bilbo, while Carl's figure had already appeared in front of the other troll.
"I... f**k" Bilbo looked at the troll who was starting to get cold, but his mouth was huge. The troll who had just chased him and wanted to be killed was simply killed?
What the hell just happened? Why didn't he see anything.
Carl, what the hell is that guy? Is that guy really human?
On the other side, the dwarves who were still struggling to cope also saw a brown figure flashing past, and then, the trolls who were not only waving sledgehammers at them, unexpectedly fell down one by one.
"Boom boom boom!" Within half a minute, the trolls surrounding them had completely fallen to the ground.
They all had an iron sword stuck in their heads, and they were motionless at the moment. Obviously, they are all dead.
"Huh!" Carl put away his sword, looked at everyone in a daze, but couldn't help shaking his head secretly.
Although the trolls are strong and strong, as long as they catch the weaknesses of these guys, they can be easily eliminated.
He just activated the skill - Galloping, which increased the originally inhuman 1000 speed to the extreme. Therefore, he can easily use his body techniques to perform actions that ordinary people cannot do, and cross those trolls that are as high as five meters. On their heads, give them a sword.
Therefore, this seemingly shocking scene doesn't actually have much power at all, he is just taking advantage of it.
However, although it was just a trick, such a shocking scene still brought a great impact to Sorin and others. They stared blankly at Carl, but a thought popped into their hearts - "In the future, never fight with this guy!"
was thinking,
"Peng!" A loud noise came from the side again, and Gandalf was pushed half a step back by the only remaining troll.
Everyone looked on, Carl turned around, glanced over, and hurriedly shouted: "Be careful, Gandalf, use magic."
Gandalf really wanted to cry at this moment. If he could use magic, wouldn't he have used it already? Do I still have to wait for now?
However, his magic wand was not fully charged, and if the magic power in his body alone was unable to cast magic powerful enough to repel the trolls in front of him, he was also helpless.
Of course, the reason he really wanted to cry was that Carl, the jerk, didn't come to help him.
Looking around, the other trolls are dead, but the one in front of him is safe and sound, why?
Gandalf didn't have to think about it, Carl must have done it on purpose.
"Gandalf, hurry up, turn your body right now and thrust forward!" Carl looked at Gandalf, who looked as if he had eaten a dick.
How to say? He swore that he was not trying to embarrass Gandalf on purpose. After all, they were old acquaintances. How could he treat him like this?
He just wanted to use this opportunity to use these ogres to train and improve his strength for everyone, including Gandalf.
He went to Lonely Mountain this time, not just to drive away the dragon, if possible, of course, to kill the dragon.
Then, before that, it is necessary to improve the strength of the team as much as possible. Carl does not want his teammates to lose the chain at a critical time.
Moreover, although this guy Gandalf looks old-fashioned, Carl, who has been fortunate to have partnered with him a few times, knows that this guy still has the potential to become a warrior. With a little training, he might not be able to go to the battlefield and fight the enemy with the white blade.
But Gandalf didn't know what Carl was thinking; otherwise, he would have killed Carl directly with his magic wand.
...
Hearing Carl's words, Gandalf didn't respond slowly, and subconsciously, he sideways dodged the hammer that struck again, and then stabbed forward sharply.
"Plop!" The sharp crutch immediately pierced the ogre's knee.
"Ah! My feet!" The pain caused the ogre to throw down the hammer, hug his feet, and fall to the ground.
The unsatisfactory appearance of the ogre leader looked at the crowd, but it was painful for a while, and he was blinded by eating such a big body.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Carl didn't hold back any longer and pulled out the longbow behind him.
"Whoosh!" Two arrows flew past, directly piercing the ogre's throat and heart.
"I...I'm not reconciled! Lord...Master." The ogre fell down weakly, blood began to flow, but he couldn't jump again.
The last ogre was killed, but Carl's experience value increased again, and the harvest this time was much better than he imagined.
Ten ogres actually provided him with more than 6,000 experience points, and if he needed more than 3,000 points, he could be promoted to level 16.
Every time Carl upgrades, his attributes will change, and he also has the opportunity to acquire skills to enhance his strength, so he naturally hopes that the higher his level, the better.
Moreover, this is a dangerous world, and there is no permanent place of comfort. When the war begins to burn, only the sword in the hand can save oneself.